Monday, September 7, 2009

A big gift in a small box

So my wifes aunt and uncle came up from San Antonio to spend Saturday with us as sort of a late Birthday party thing for me. Don’t ask me how old I am now because I just don’t feel like getting depressed. He has bought a bass guitar and I am trying to offer a little help in getting him up to speed on it, so we spent much of the day drinking beer, restringing guitars, and making noise. That night after we got my daughter to bed, he went out to their truck and returned with a small box.
“I really hope this isn’t going to offend you!” they both started talking almost at the same time, and then got kind of quiet as I opened it. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but given their attitude and concern, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to have a clue what might be in that box. I opened it to find a cute little skirt and top hidden in there. It was a perfect casual outfit, very much what would be popular with women these days. They started talking over each other, talking about how they had chosen it, and how they had hoped I would get a good laugh out of it.
I wanted to laugh with them, but I just couldn’t. I was so very touched and grateful for everything that this little box represented. Only a month or so ago did I confide in them what I was, and here was proof positive that they were OK with it. Far more important than the outfit itself, the message that little box brought was huge and says so many things:
“It’s OK”
“We are reasonably comfortable with it”
“We are willing to laugh with you”
“We love you.”
How can you possibly say “Thank you” enough for a gift like that?  


  1. Kim,

    I know you wrote this a long time ago, but I just found your blog, so am just now reading it. I can't tell you how much this entry affects me. I am only "out" to my wife, and she strongly wants it to stay that way. I have let her know how much any little sign of acceptance would mean, but she feels uncomfortable with the whole idea, so the best she can muster is buying me "soft" guy clothes and going with me to get a guy manicure and pedicure. I can't tell you how many times I have wished that she would return from a shopping trip with a gift box like you mention, because it is the ultimate sign of acceptance. I think my daughter would do it, if I could tell her....


    1. Awe! I know what you mean Lisa. I've been very fortunate in that way and hope that maybe some day you will get your box too. :)